To me.....coming from you.....'friend'...is...a four....lettered word....

End...is...the only part of the word....that I heard! Call me morbid...or absurd....but to me.............coming from you............'friend'...is...a four...lettered word.


I love Cake. They are insanely awesome, strange and yet very cool. Normal cake steeped in cold milk also makes my day. Mmmmmm-mmmmm......

So, I shall resist the strange urge to write incredibly odd poems that rhyme way too much this time, but let me tell you, it's hard. I only do this for the sake of Squid-lid's poor poet's soul, which is no doubt plotting to secretly strangle me with my own hair in the dark of the night when I am wrapped snugly in my security blanket, literal and otherwise, soundly unaware of the dangerous potential of my own pride and warmth....or maybe I'd just rather waste away in front of HExic instead.

I used to BEEEEE a little boy!!!!
So old...in my shoes
And what I choose....is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love....
I send this smile over to you...

Morbid, yes, but otherwise a very good song. Smashing Pumpkins really is a good band! Just a little depressing in some otherwise good songs......

The world is a vampire........sent to dray-ee-ay-ee-ayn......

A'it I'll stop. Now, in other news......

Tia's birthday is in 5 days for all those too ignorant to know. In other words, anyone who doesn't know/read my blog. Which makes this pointless, but La-laLA-lala.......did that ever stop me?

Anywho, I'm really not excited for my birthday. I mean, there isn't really anything that I want to to do. I don't want anything in particular, and I cannot think of one single person that I'd like to go out with. I can't even get my liscense yet, simply because I know I'm not ready. So, there really isn't anything grand to come from being 16 so far. Plus it's on a Sunday. A Fast Sunday, no less. And what's even more sad is that I don't care about that, there's so little that I'm looking forward to. Mere......

I shall stop being a prat and simply enjoy my weekend. And I will, since I have decided to go on my choir trip and Brit's party is Saturday. If my Sweet 16 won't be fab, I'm sure hers will. Or at least, it will be highly amusing for me. :D


Woohoo!

_Middi_

Over your waving legs and sprawled body....I saw him.......looking at you.

Booboop-dedoop!

So, life is decently grand! Got into SandG and so did many friends, with re-auditions for the rest! Fabuloso.....

Well, the week was slow, and the bread was dough, but however we go, how' slow, we'll flow.

While the crack was Jack, with the work full of slack and none'a her slim jims follow their whims.

Yet Abe still flies, high in night-rise, the funky dude flashes signs (not the nude) and she sighs...

Still life whistles on, the TP all gone, dumped bluntly over fences, framing friends for un-offences.

Memories cling, strange men sing, and bi-sissies (annoyed at teenage wussies), warn of stupidousities.

So! life goes on, while a little bit long (at least on blog), and soon you'll see, why, essentially, I am

me.

-Middi